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Caroline Kennedy Wants to be a Senator

I’d love to be a U.S. Senator. I really would. I could not only vote on bills, but I could write them too. I’d be all over C-Span and would get to air my views each Sunday on the morning news shows. I think I could do a lot of good.

But my last name isn’t Kennedy, and I am not a cherished member of Manhattan High Society. I don’t know the right people, so of course I couldn’t be appointed the next U.S. Senator from New York. Little people like me need to run for town council, then for county commissioner, then for the state legislature and then, maybe after a nice twelve year career, the Senate.

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About the authorJim Cook

I haven’t been everywhere, but I’ve lived lots of places in the USA: the North, the South, the East, the West, and places in between. Every place I’ve been, I’ve seen acts large and small of kindness, callousness and disregard. Here we are. What will we do?

It is a time of fear in the face of freedom, a time of an emptying country and swelling cities, a time for the widening of previous roads and the opening of new paths, yet a time when these paths are mined by knowing algorithms of the all-seeing eye. It is the time of the warrior's peace and the miser's charity, when the planting of a seed is an act of conscientious objection. These are the times when maps fade, old landmarks crumble and direction is lost. Forwards is backwards now, so we glance sideways at the strange lands through which we are all passing, knowing for certain only that our destination has disappeared. We are unready to meet these times, but we proceed nonetheless, adapting as we wander, reshaping the Earth with every tread. Behind us we have left the old times, the standard times, the high times. Welcome to the irregular times.